i'm just sharing my thoughts.
child - where are you at?
your poem - I'm sorry she hurt you - i have had my share of hurt in relationships.
f*** - the girls want someone to ride i ona white horse like some Mill's n Boon novel
but you bring them flowers poetry & picnics and they laugh.
they abuse you & your kindness.
i hope you find the one my brother.for real tho.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
There were three of us today.
its been a whole year since our last poets corner :-\
uhh..wel...err...i really dont know if this is number 14 or 13 or manybe 12 but ill call it our 14th
any way let me start this
IT HURTS
IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT YOUR HERE
BUT I CAN NOT JUST PICK UP THE PHONE
JUST TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
IT HURTS......WORSE
WITH A BIT OF FEAR
COZ I GOT SOMEBODY WAITING FOR ME AT HOME
BUT ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU
IT HURTS WORSE THAN THE FIRST
AND I HAVE TO BE SINCERE
SINCE THERES
NO REASON TO PRETEND
I STILL MISS YOU
I WISH WE COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS
THAT OPENED UP WOUNDS AND LED MW TO CURSE
NOW I FEEL LIKE IAM CURSED
AND WHAT ABOUT HER?
IT STILL HURTS
CHEST PAINS JUS DRIVING ME BESERK
I WANT YOU BACK BUT
I CANT LEAVE HER FOR YOU
AS MUCH AS I WANT THAT
ITLL BE LIKE IM TAKIN A STEP BACK
AND SHE IS A REAL NICE GIRL
NEVER BEEN HURT
AND I REFUSE TO DO THAT TO HER
SO IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT U LOVE ME
BUT YOUR CHOSIN HIMCOZ I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINNING AMOURBUT IMMA
DIFFERENT PERSON
BUT U DONT SEE THE CHANGE
COZ IM BROKE AND CURSING
ITS DAMN STRANGE
SHE KNOWS THIS BUT STILL LOVES ME
AND I LIKE HER BUT LOVE YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOUR LOVE IS MATERIAL
HERS.............SPIRITUAL
MAYBE ONE DAY IT WONT HURT ANYMORE
BUT I KNOW IM LYING TO MYSELF
AND THAT JUST HURTS MORE AND MORE
k really old but hey why not.....
There were three of us today.
Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, that’s when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her.
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didn’t know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesn’t know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldn’t miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. I’d so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.
DANG!!!! Bloody hell
yoh!!!
More or less about me
I wrote more and even better when i was less matured
I had less then but inspired by the need for more
More of what they had and less of the person I was
I guess the less i had the more I was inspired
To write less about what i have and more about what i dont
Now that i have more theres less to write about
The less i write the more realise i dont quite get myself
The more i explain my relations with woman the less i know about who i am
The less hair i have the more of them i get
The more money i have the less rejection i get
But the less i become i player the more lonely i feel
Now the more i know people the less i want be around them
Like the hour gla** Im constantly less of this and more that
More regrets about time wasted but far less afraid of death
I spend less time with my family but love them more than ever before
Youd probably like to hear more but i choose to reveal less
I know less isnt good enough, its more like soft pron
Anyway, Ive been more or less the same since I was born
More or less about me
I wrote more and even better when i was less matured
I had less then but inspired by the need for more
More of what they had and less of the person I was
I guess the less i had the more I was inspired
To write less about what i have and more about what i dont
Now that i have more theres less to write about
The less i write the more realise i dont quite get myself
The more i explain my relations with woman the less i know about who i am
The less hair i have the more of them i get
The more money i have the less rejection i get
But the less i become i player the more lonely i feel
Now the more i know people the less i want be around them
Like the hour gla** Im constantly less of this and more that
More regrets about time wasted but far less afraid of death
I spend less time with my family but love them more than ever before
You’d probably like to hear more but i choose to reveal less
I know less isn’t good enough, its more like soft pron
Anyway, I’ve been more or less the same since I was born
Hayi bawokazi this is true art, I can relate in so many ways.
@ baldiloks - is that autobiographical?
damnit.
heavy.
again...guys, where's Rhozie?!
Dear God, you suck….
Where were you when he was taking his last breath?
Where was that virgin when the blood was being drained from his veins?
Where was your son when mine was being thrown into that big hole only to be devoured by worms?
When you gave me a house you never told me to keep a heartache box under my bed.
You never told me to keep a drawer for pain in my kitchen.
I never kept a container labeled depression or a bag tagged tears.
I planted potatoes in my back yard, little did I know that like those potatoes, the minute my son was starting to blossom he would
have to go underground.
I’ve painted my walls a million times yet I still hear the sound of his laughter.
My windows are clean yet I still see the reflection of his face trapped in the dust.
You say you’re the alpha, yeah the beginning of my end.
The omega? Well this is the end of your sick illusion of grandeur.
If he’s not in heaven, then heaven is no place for me.
You’ve already damned me to a life in hell anyways.
So here I am asking you for one small favour, let me say goodbye.
Give me one last chance to kiss him goodnight, cause god damnit you owe me that much.
k really old but hey why not.....
There were three of us today.
Never really got her name.
When I turned around to kiss him goodnight, he was kissing her goodnight instead.
The double bed felt small today.
I slept on the edge, clung onto the sheets because today it was the only thing that cared.
He had his back to me today; when I snuck a peek over his shoulder he was pushing her hair away from her eyes and behind her ears.
They looked happy together and there was no space for me in their perfect world.
He made breakfast in bed today and it was my favourite too.
Muesli, Bulgarian yoghurt and the right amount of syrup.
I sat up to give him a kiss, that’s when I noticed that there were only two bowls on the tray.
I heard the bath run today, the steam flowed from the bathroom straight into the bedroom.
The mist was heavy but not heavy enough to cover the silhouette of him undressing her.
He threw her black silk bra on the bed today and it landed on top of my wet pillow.
I had to undress myself today and I didn’t know where to place his Darkie t-shirt.
I never had to put it away before because usually he undressed me.
It was time to go and he stood with the door open. I rushed out but when I got there it slammed shut in my face.
While we stood on opposite sides of the door he blew her a kiss.
He doesn’t know that I know, but I heard it land on her heart.
There were three of us today.
While I walked behind them to the train station I realised that no one missed me today.
There was no ticket for me today, someone else had first priority.
There was no hand holding mine today, dragging me so I wouldn’t miss the train.
His hands were holding hers and mine were left to fiddle with a past that I seamed to have lost.
I stumbled alone today trying to avoid a fall.
But it was then that I realised that my lips were already kissing the concrete floor.
We reached his stop today, when I leaned forward for a goodbye kiss I noticed that something
was amiss then I realised that I was the only one sitting there.
I looked out the window today but there was no one staring back.
No one waving goodbye because today his arms were draped around her size 28 waist.
I thought the train was moving too fast today, everything was such a blur,
but when I put my finger on my chin I realised the train was dead still.
There were three of us today.
Wish I got her name. I’d so kindly ask her to return what was once mine.
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN
Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/
How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/
My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/
No where to turn/
No one to trust/
He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/
THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN
Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/
How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/
My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/
No where to turn/
No one to trust/
He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/
you one sick prick!THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN
Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/
How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/
My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/
No where to turn/
No one to trust/
He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/
From a males point of view: That some funny ish right there. If it's what I think it is thou
you one sick prick!THE DAY I FORCEFULLY BECAME A WOMEN
Taken like a green peach off a tree/
why me?/
As he sinks his teeth IN ME/
Sqweezzing the lil life out of me, me the unrype peach :'(/
How could I allow him to pick on, at and in me?
I let him teast me , all of me.
I cry bitter juice/
My vigina, no the peach is no longer attached to the tree so it's loose/
Once I had 100% pure juice /
As I lay next to the tree/
The ants all take advantage of me/
No where to turn/
No one to trust/
He had his way with the peach and so have the f***en ants/
Now only a pip remains/
Hard as a fcken rock/
From a males point of view: That some funny ish right there. If it's what I think it is thou
Pain
It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.
Thank you.
They say you have pretty eyes
They say you have pretty eyes
Wonder if you were looking at her when you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
They say you make the boys go LOCO
Its a wonder you never went LOCO after what you did
Tough little cookie we are ne!
I have never seen you but know of you or rather what you are capable of
I know enough to dub you a heartless bitch
That night you didnt only take one life but two because your victim was with child
You left a void in the hearts of many
So forgive me for calling you a bitch because I couldnt think of a better word
Those in the know would say murderer but Ill just call you bitch
Wadup bitch?
I now have a twelve year old sister
She was my niece three years ago before you took her mother from her
She never had a chance to meet her unborn brother or sister because you took that away from her
Bright little spark she is but her mother never saw her shine
Because you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
And for all this you get ten months in prison
WOW!!! >:(
They say you have pretty eyes
They say you have pretty eyes
Wonder if you were looking at her when you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
They say you make the boys go LOCO
It’s a wonder you never went LOCO after what you did
Tough little cookie we are ne!
I have never seen you but know of you or rather what you are capable of
I know enough to dub you a heartless bitch
That night you didn’t only take one life but two because your victim was with child
You left a void in the hearts of many
So forgive me for calling you a bitch because I couldn’t think of a better word
Those in the know would say murderer but I’ll just call you bitch
Wadup bitch?
I now have a twelve year old sister
She was my niece three years ago before you took her mother from her
She never had a chance to meet her unborn brother or sister because you took that away from her
Bright little spark she is but her mother never saw her shine
Because you stuck a pair of scissors in her chest
And for all this you get ten months in prison
WOW!!! >:(
This is sad yo.
Pain
It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.
Thank you.
Pain
It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.
Thank you.
huh........
that aint even a haiku
Pain
It is painfull that thing,
It hurts.
Thank you.
huh........
that aint even a haiku
Oh...So you mad cos im stylin' on you huh??
But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .
Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN
She has a beautiful caramel complexion
Eyes shut she cant see(sea) like an ocean
Wanted to rest in her arms like a baby being placed on a cushion
Just a glimse of her smile is all that i am wishing
hands on her chest YES she is quietly resting
I stand for a while and stare while others are pa**ing
People following me are standing
Who is this guy? They start asking
Tears fill my eyes coz my mind gets gets filled with confusion
MOVE ALONG SON . . . . . .
A guy in a black suit starts demanding
Take out my phone and take a picture of her(AS A REMINDER OF PERFECTION)
Coz even angels in heaven are not this peaceful when they are sleeping
Why are all these people here she must be demonstrating how to meditate
Guess so " That man said we should let go of our souls and then we will elevate"
When shes done i will ask for her details maybe even a date
But some taps me on the shoulder . . .
Demands that i come closer. . .
She whispers. . . . . .ss s s
Big words hard to figure
But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .
Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN
She has a beautiful caramel complexion
Eyes shut she cant see(sea) like an ocean
Wanted to rest in her arms like a baby being placed on a cushion
Just a glimse of her smile is all that i am wishing
hands on her chest YES she is quietly resting
I stand for a while and stare while others are pa**ing
People following me are standing
Who is this guy? They start asking
Tears fill my eyes coz my mind gets gets filled with confusion
MOVE ALONG SON . . . . . .
A guy in a black suit starts demanding
Take out my phone and take a picture of her(AS A REMINDER OF PERFECTION)
Coz even angels in heaven are not this peaceful when they are sleeping
Why are all these people here she must be demonstrating how to meditate
Guess so " That man said we should let go of our souls and then we will elevate"
When shes done i will ask for her details maybe even a date
But some taps me on the shoulder . . .
Demands that i come closer. . .
She whispers. . . . . .ss s s
Big words hard to figure
But i caught the last statement . .
Said that will never happen. .
This is not a session. .
Shes not meditatin' . .
Its a funeral . . . . . SHE LYING IN HER COFFIN
i came cross a court case. and on any given day. like any other day i would have kept it moving. im not quite sure what it was that particular day that made me walk backward instead and trace the story itself. one crime. in a sea of crimes. they came dressed and a**umed roles and by the end of the night someone died. im not quite sure what it was on that particular day and maybe we are not as jaded as we think. as we feel. yet.
it stayed and i just wondered what that kind of night must be like for those who come with intent. and when hindsight now visits those who were there. what would you have seen. would you have seen. do we see. and the result was a thought.
- TROJAN HORSE ATTACK 2008 -
they walked in inconspicuous
masked in the casual familiarity of those who had been there before
they smiled at the waitrons
chose their seats with undue diligence and proceeded to pretend to peruse the offerings of a menu they had no appetite for. they took their time, eventually placing their orders. the drinks arriving first, as they do. maybe they shared a joke on some or other mans tie - would they have noticed. or did they share only silence.
scanning the room. what did they see. did they see into the detail attentively sewn into the drapings. perhaps the dried out peeking roots of a thirsty corner potplant. or did the second hand pa**ing time in their minds make only for picking up on gullible conversations. tracing the shape of unsuspecting movements. is that all they had.
the air thick. stagnant. waiting. breathing in and out. fear. each others fear. fear turned hard turned enemy. turned dead. did they feel anything.
their orders arrived. i imagine piping hot and pleasing to any eye. would they have savoured the taste of the carefully prepared flavours. carelessly unfolding crisp starched jik white napkins. were they happy with the service. did they bother with matters of being courteous, pa**ing the time with please and thank yous.
had they not come to take. would they have stretched their legs and patted their ever hungry bellies with gross satisfaction. had they not come to take. would they have ordered another round. considered dessert maybe. and what would it have been. creme brulee, tiramisu or just good old ice cream and chocolate sauce. they were long playing parts.
crisp shirts and shiny shoes.
when did they decide. when did they know. how did they know. what did that moment look like. feel like. to them. to all of them. when they all had it coming.
they sat down and had dinner first.
and they didnt leave a tip.
Thanx for the warm welcome. . . Feel right at home. Thought i should also bless you'll with one of my memories and thoughts like you'll have blessed me.. . . .Im so down for you , no man you make me think....k not being corny! Im feeling your thoughts, k i did it again... You off the chain keep it up!
I thought i should right something that would make a difference
Thought if i said it loud i would catch your attention from a distance
What kinda life are we living thought you'd stop and think for a second
But it was never initiated. . . .Its stuck in the BRAIN but then AGAIN. . . .
IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT
A thought that sooths you
The kinda thought that moves you
Its just a thought you can manipulate in order to suit you
Now i stop and think, i think it was just a thought
Just a thought i think
Now im confused i might be imagining things. . . .
They say when you think deeply you never blink
But when you never blink your mind seems blank
Why do i find it so easy to relate paper to ink
But so hard to force our minds and hearts and force them to link
What am i saying or better yet what am i thinking?
Is it still a thought tell me if you think that its not?
But then again you wont. . . .
Initially IT WAS JUST A THOUGHT
Thanks Jay-lee. . . He blushes and sinks in the chair :-*awww tweeeet. ;)
I was asked a very weird question ealier on today. . I was asked what makes me a man and i couldnt answer so i sat for a while and started repeating the q in my head and inking. . . .
What makes me a man. . . .
Not the a**ets that i have or the way i carry myself
or the broad sound of my voice
Im not even a man by choice
I cant answer why im a man
But i am proud that i am
When God seperated us he must have had a plan
What makes me a man. . .
Not how low i wear my pants
Or how long i stay out at night while downing beers with my friends
There is no explanation for being a man
No root or path to follow all you have to do is just learn
That there is no significant difference between men and women
Coz if you rap us into one. . .You get a HUMAN
What makes me a man are not the responsibilities and taking care of the fam
Not reading a newspaper with feet on the coffee table while being blown by a fan
Not how many girls you have shagged or even being an animal in bed
A MAN IS JUST A MAN
If you say you are different as a man please illustrate if you can
Coz whatever you can do can also be done by a women
What makes a man is within the soul
No satisfaction needed when you are a man you just feel whole
It comes naturally coz when you are a boy. . .
being a man is a GOAL
- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -
the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold
the patient kind
the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind
the did you know you blow my mind like kind
the 'them there eyes'. breathe in
breathe out
im yours
kind.
- A GOOD LONG CUDDLE MUDDLE FUDDLE -
the wee hours they have me needing an every kind of hold
the patient kind
the wanting me, needing me too kind
the in the dark, stolen, ssshhh its our secret kind
the tight, no ones gonna steal you kind
my nose rubbing against yours in the night kind
the put your lips softly on mine
we've got all the time in the world kind
the read my mind, i like the feel of you too kind
the we-could-but-we-wont-go-there-nah-not-tonight. kind
with my thick woollen turqoise socks on. and peeking. appreciation and affirmation kind
the did you know you blow my mind like kind
the 'them there eyes'. breathe in
breathe out
im yours
kind.
I write. and I give back to myself.
QuoteI write. and I give back to myself.
may i ?
QuoteI write. and I give back to myself.
- THE LIGHT BY NIGHT -
there is life here.
by night
in the warmth of candlelight
i pen myself
i go wrong until i come right
i write and write and write
and open the way to my heart
and you meet me for the first time.Quotemay i ?
WRITE.
BR... I envy you.. You write, you write and you write. I wish I had the time and the energy, It's become so much easier to just dream of writing and I've just accepted that. I wish I could just do it, just over come whatever it is that's preventing me from writing.
It's always so refreshing to read your pieces. Makes me feel so nostalgic.
One day I'll pick up that pen again.
Let it be known: Samson found true strength after losing his great mane
hello witness in silence.howdy sis....
until the people in this club are no longer here and you are no longer here and i am no longer here
i don't like it in this corner its crammed...i hate small spaces because they remind me of where i'm going.
to someone who promised me his fathers cattle, from holding hands to fights on long street. to our self acclaimed King, who later showed us he deserved the throne.
yes you my friend, a King without a crown that roamed amongst us...i miss you already...
R.I.P King Daniel
i don't like it in this corner its crammed...i hate small spaces because they remind me of where i'm going.
to someone who promised me his fathers cattle, from holding hands to fights on long street. to our self acclaimed King, who later showed us he deserved the throne.
yes you my friend, a King without a crown that roamed amongst us...i miss you already...
R.I.P King Daniel